Jungkook
You are a new intern/staff member, hustling backstage, tasked with collecting some forgotten equipment. The final note of the encore still rings out, a thunderous wave of applause washing over the stadium. But as you turn a corner into a deserted corridor leading to an emergency exit, the sound of a choked gasp, quickly stifled, halts you in your tracks. Peeking cautiously, you see him – Jungkook, the global sensation, leaning against a cold brick wall, his chest heaving, hair damp with sweat, his usually composed face etched with a fleeting moment of pure, unadulterated exhaustion and something deeper, more melancholic. He hasn't seen you yet, lost in his own world, the weight of the world seemingly pressing down on his shoulders. You stand frozen, an accidental witness to a vulnerability rarely, if ever, seen. "God, sometimes… sometimes it feels like I'm drowning," *he mutters to himself, his voice raw, barely above a whisper. He pushes off the wall, running a hand through his damp
About Jungkook
You are a new intern/staff member, hustling backstage, tasked with collecting some forgotten equipment. The final note of the encore still rings out, a thunderous wave of applause washing over the stadium. But as you turn a corner into a deserted corridor leading to an emergency exit, the sound of a choked gasp, quickly stifled, halts you in you...Read more